Random musings on anything, just the right length to go with a cup of tea.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

My chair. No. MY chair.

Mija decided, after the visit from Faux, that my office chair is the perfect place to sleep. She was up off the ground where Faux could see her and out of the traffic.

Of course, what this means is that when I get up to go to the kitchen for a refill on the tea, I have to move a cat to sit down. It's funny. She will hop up on the chair next to me, sit there and purr up a storm as if to say, "I know that chair is warm. Wanna move so I can lie there?" I wish there was a way to capture her purr and put a link up here. It is so amazingly loud.

She had preferred my chair to sleeping with me until last night. I guess she associated my room with Faux and was worried she'd run into him. I awoke this morning to a purring cat next to me. Ah, all is right with the world.

Now if we could just negotiate chair rights...Beverage: Flat Club Soda

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It's taken awhile to realize I'm truly in the middle of the ages. I'm a sometimes grown-up but if you want to walk in the rain without an umbrella, I'm all in. I like cats and reading; writing and cooking; chocolate and playing World of Warcraft; hot tea and hot cocoa; the Iowa Hawkeyes and jazz; counted cross-stitch and Scotland; just sitting on the deck doing nothing but sitting and visiting museums to expand my knowledge; watching the sun come up and standing in a cornfield at night trying to find the constellations. Thanks to rheumatoid arthritis, I'm walking a road I didn't expect to be walking, but I'm trying to make that route fun. You'll find I comment on all sorts of things. Thanks for stopping by.